Summary: Harper chooses the wrong person to boast about an invention to. A drabble.
Pairings: Harper/Rommie
Disclaimer: Tribune owns all rights to Andromeda. All I did was borrow it for use in my twisted little tale.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None.
Setting: No particular setting.
Feedback: Please! Praise and constructive criticism welcome. Flames will be employed in the baking of bread.
Archive: Ask first and I'll probably say yes.
Author's Note: Silly shippy fun. What else can I say?
The Handy Harper
By B.L.A. the Mouse
Rommie frowned, turning the device over in her hands. "The Handy Harper?"
"Yup. The premier computer diagnostic multi-tool."
"It sounds more like a masturbatory aide."
"No, the masturbatory aide would be the Handful of Harper, complete with vibrator function and multiple settings, pocket-sized for your personal pleasure!" It was his turn to frown. "Or should that be plus-sized for?"
She contemplated the question briefly. "Think about what that says about you, size-wise."
"Uh. Huh, yeah, okay, maybe—"
"Maybe what?" Rommie set down the Handy Harper and sidled a little closer. "Personally, I prefer the original… here." She gripped him.
"Eep!"
The End
